An' temptin' spice-stalls, rang'd i' rows,
An' danglin' dolls, by t' necks all hangin',
An' thoosand other pratty seeghts,
An' lasses, trail'd alang the streets,
Wi' lads, te t' yal-house gangin',
Te drink that day.
Let's leeak at t' winder,—ah can see 't,
It seeams as tho' 'twas growin' leeght,
The cloods wi' early rays adoornin',
Ye loit'ring minnits faster flee,